The showers are becoming longer,
Can’t wash off the unclean.
No matter how hard I scrub,
Cannot scrub off what I’ve seen.
Your touch is now toxic,
and the air is too filthy to breathe,
if you’re too close – it makes me sick,
and a filthy doorknob is enough to make my inner animal scream.
I live in fear,
That from someone’s presence only I will fall ill,
and I’m only safe at home,
and after a 40 minute shower I feel dirty, still.
Please, do not touch my things,
please, do not touch my skin,
even though you may be clean,
the most dirt still comes from within.